SEXT by Daniel Edward Moore
Sext
Halfway to midnight& still the need for
words to break the dayin two, regardless
of how tired the tongueis from digging
pearls of praiseout of silent shells.
This is whenthe Captain turns
the rudder intoflesh, at peace
with how thebow...
PEGASUS by Januário Esteves
PegasusWhen spring comes and the winged wind brings itthe seeds of life and the boldness of the harbinger of creationthe wonderful sublimation of matrices that healin a cosmic dance provided in the attraction of...
WITHIN THE DIN by Linda Imbler, Translated by Isaac Cohen
Within The Din / Linda Imbler מתוך ההמולה – לִינְדָה אִימְבְּלֶר
His soul heard no welcome, only murmurs.
It seemed he heard sweet singing.
The hope that he was right stayed his sorrow.
His bedimmed dreams came as...
WAKING UP by Jennifer Novotney
Waking Up
The sun peeks over the mountain’s ridgeas it does every morningunless there are clouds to hide behind.The bright orange, yellow familiar glowfills the house through drawn curtains.
Our winding road is glistening, fresh with...
SOLACE by Mark Burke
SOLACE
Two appear out of the early morning fogcoming up from the beach under the pier,a night spent curled against the cold.Gone down into the forest of wharf-pylons,they laid on the sand with their blanket,guessed...
STORM CINEMATOGRAPHY by Emalise Rose
while we’re away
lights on the bayflicker twice, then recedeto the crawl space of Summerwinds resonatingthe deep chilled wisconsin
And winter will whipwhile we’re away
yet waves rarely sleepopting instead to replenishthe sea and her sandswith the...
SPIRALS OF SOUND by Lisa Molina
Spirals of SoundIIf One of us must dieI hope it is I.When I thought my son with leukemia was dead, I screamed at God,“Take me instead!”The wish still stands inside my head.The signs and...
STINGER by Vyara Kozareva
STINGERThe autumn encroaches my delineationRadiantMightyRenaissance-styledIn its zibellino accessoryMuddles my reposePigments my memoryJams snouts and tailsAt the bottom of dusty brush washersBrutality demyelinates my axonsI am groping for the pointI’d lost myselfIn the smother of...
MENACING HEAVEN by Mark J. Mitchell
MENACING HEAVEN
The sky has swallowed time’s poison. The sky
is pressing on empty, mis-colored streets
In this city, one—just one—baby cries
...
ALIVE IN ROME by John Drudge
The Pull of Stonehenge
We set out from BathThrough the EnglishCountrysideThe relentless greynessOf the skyLending a constant drizzleOf drama to the dayIt can be seen for milesOn the horizonAs we approachThe sarsen towersOf mysteryAnd the...